Rewriting the Gods

With the activation of the Seven Great Fiends God-Slaying Formations of the Human Race, the top combat power of both sides instantly reached a balance. More than a million Golden Immortals and countless experts from both sides engaged in a fierce battle in the void, with soldiers fighting soldiers and generals fighting generals.

In an instant, the entire human world was filled with supernatural powers, and battlefields were everywhere, with golden immortals falling every moment.

Nearly a million Golden Immortals fought fiercely in the Primordial World. This was the first time the Primordial World had made such a move since the Lich War. Even the Investiture of the Gods had not seen such a scene.

After all, the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods was more of a confrontation at the level of saints than a battle between those below the level of saints.

This time, however, it was the opposite. There was no battle at the level of saints; instead, there were only millions of immortals fighting fiercely in the mortal realm!

A large number of living beings perished, becoming nourishment for the primordial world. Golden Immortals in the mortal realm fell like rain, but the origin of the primordial Heavenly Dao continued to increase. Correspondingly, the calamity aura of the primordial world was slowly dissipating.

Although the battlefield was mostly filled with Quasi-Saints fighting Quasi-Saints, Great Luos battling Great Luos, Taiyis facing Taiyis, and Golden Immortals fighting Golden Immortals, the number of immortals on both sides was clearly not on the same level.

At first, due to the large number of people on both sides, the difference was not very obvious. However, as the battle fully commenced, the immortals found their proper roles on the battlefield, and the human race instantly gained an absolute advantage!
Although some immortals from the human side still perished, their numbers were far fewer than those from the Western Buddhist side. Basically, for every ten immortals who perished, only one belonged to the human side, while the rest were cultivators from the Buddhist side.

Already outnumbered, the Western forces were further besieged and suffered heavy casualties, making their disadvantages increasingly apparent, and their army was on the verge of collapse.

Of course, it was inevitable that some immortals on the human side would perish during this process. In the end, it was a battle between millions of immortals. Although the human side had 1.2 million immortals, the Western faction only had 330,000 immortals, a difference of nearly four times.

But this does not mean that the battlefield was four humans besieging one Western Christian monk.

On a large-scale battlefield, the distribution of immortals is not so orderly, and casualties among human immortals are inevitable.

In Zhonghuang Mountain, Jiang Haofeng sat quietly on the enlightenment futon, looking at the void where the Golden Immortal had shed blood, his face showing no ripples.

Admittedly, the human race still has trump cards up its sleeve, and more than one. Once any one of them is revealed, it will be enough for the human race to completely overwhelm the enemy in front of them, sweep across the west with overwhelming force, and achieve a great victory.

Putting aside other matters, the human race has more than just one Heavenly Gang Camp and six Fiend Camps. Moreover, at this moment, at the foot of Zhonghuang Mountain, the Human Holy Sword is constantly humming, as if it is about to break through the air at any time to kill the invading enemy.

However, he was firmly suppressed by Jiang Haofeng.

The human race has developed to the point where it has exceeded 20,000 huiyuan, but during these 20,000 huiyuan, the human race has rarely had major battles. Even during major battles, the Golden Immortals, Taiyi Immortals, and even Daluo Golden Immortals in the race usually only need to stand by and watch, without having to take action personally.

Most human immortals have rarely experienced a true life-or-death battle since birth. On the contrary, human elders at the Quasi-Saint level have taken the lead more often, fighting against immortals of the same level on numerous occasions.

The clan has been too comfortable in recent years, to the point that many people have gradually forgotten the crisis, and their enthusiasm for cultivation has also declined. There is a sense of forgetting the crisis and indulging in comfort and pleasure.

The saying "what goes up must come down" is not without reason.

All living beings, once they develop intelligence, possess this innate instinct. However, once they become the strongest in the world, they often lose the motivation to strive for more.

And that is the case with the human race right now.

This is a fatal crisis for a race, even greater than the crisis brought about by the Western Religion, the sworn enemy of humanity.

This battle arose in order to solve this problem.

The problem with the human race, in the final analysis, is that they themselves and the other human race elders and younger generations have been protected too well, even to the point of spoiling them.

When the human race initially showed weakness, they wanted to cherish every bit of strength. Jiang Haofeng paid special attention to every immortal in the race, as the loss of each one was a loss for the entire human race. Gradually, this became a tradition that has been passed down ever since.

There is no such thing as an absolute good thing in the world. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages, and now the disadvantages have also become apparent.

Since that's the case, let's let go there. It's not a big deal. Since the protection is too good, let's loosen the protection appropriately.

The human race was weak and needed protection in the past, but now the human race is strong and has countless powerful warriors, so it no longer needs protection.

Once the original body breaks through and returns, the human race will inevitably migrate beyond the chaos. The heavens of the primordial world have been completely restricted, and there is no future in developing here. When they go to the chaos, they will inevitably fight each other. This battle can be considered as preparation in advance.

Just as Jiang Haofeng was pondering, the human race's advantage on the battlefield became increasingly obvious. The Western immortals were retreating one after another, and in less than a hundred breaths, nearly 50,000 golden immortals had fallen on the battlefield.

Seeing the situation on the field, Haotian, who had been strategizing and confident, could no longer sit still. He glanced at Suirenshi and then said, "Duke of the East, you shall lead the Hunyuan Yiqi Commander General, the Tiangang Great Sage, the Four-Eyed Old Man Thunder Slaughter General, and 200,000 divine soldiers down to the mortal realm to assist Marshal Tianpeng!"

"Yes!"

As Haotian finished speaking, the four Quasi-Saints who were chosen immediately stepped forward to pay their respects, and then transformed into streaks of light that soared into the sky. Two hundred thousand of the three hundred thousand divine soldiers guarding the Mi Luo Palace were also separated.

"Haotian, do you think I'm just a decoration?!"

Just then, Suiren in the void suddenly looked over, and a vast pressure rose up, instantly forcing the army that was about to set off to a halt.

Suiren was a great cultivator at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level. In addition, he possessed the divine position of the Ziwei Emperor and was blessed by the power of the Heavenly Dao. He could command the stars of the heavens to bless him. His combat power was no less than that of Xuandu and Minghe!

"Suiren, I am the true ruler of the Three Realms!"

Haotian spoke expressionlessly, and at the same time, a vast and powerful aura instantly rose up, its terrifying momentum shaking the heavens!

Behind Haotian, endless golden light surged, transforming into a heavenly emperor's image that blotted out the sky and stood in the void, instantly breaking through Suiren's oppressive aura.

A look of surprise appeared on Suiren's face. He was prepared that Haotian was stronger than him. After all, as Haotian said, he was the ruler of the Three Realms, while he was just one of the Four Emperors. The power of the Heavenly Dao that the two of them could mobilize was not on the same level at all.

Moreover, as the ruler of the Three Realms, Haotian is practically the favored son of the Heavenly Dao. He can even mobilize the power of the entire Heavenly Dao to empower himself, so it's only natural that he would surpass him.

What truly shocked Suiren was that, amidst Haotian's oppressive aura, he sensed an imperial aura that differed from the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, and this imperial aura even surpassed the limits of ordinary quasi-saints.

In other words, even without using a single bit of the power of the Heavenly Dao, Haotian could still possess power surpassing the peak of Quasi-Saint.

This ruler of the three realms in the Heavenly Court possesses formidable strength, placing him firmly in the top tier below even the Sages.

If one were to also attain the position of Heaven, one might even be able to contend with true sages.

"As expected of the ruler of the Three Realms, all the races of the prehistoric world have underestimated you." Suiren said with a smile on his face.

"If we didn't have enough strength, why would the master have entrusted the Three Realms to me? Fellow Daoist Suiren, you should stay here and keep watch."

Haotian sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, with the image of the Heavenly Emperor standing behind him on the clouds. He looked down at Suiren and spoke calmly.

The sound was like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the entire Heavenly Court and stirring up waves.

"Your supernatural powers have indeed surprised me, but do not forget that apart from the Ziwei Emperor, I am also the Human Emperor of the Primordial World!"

As soon as the word "朕" (I, the imperial "I") was uttered, a solemn expression appeared on Suiren's face. A vast aura of fortune rose up, forming a pillar of fortune that reached the heavens and the earth behind Suiren, enveloping him within it. The vast human fortune surged up, forcefully breaking through the oppressive power of Haotian's Heavenly Dao.

Immediately afterwards, Suiren looked down at the human world, raised his hand and gently beckoned, saying, "Come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light shot down from below, transforming into a large golden seal with the words "Kongtong" written on it!

The ultimate treasure of humanity—the Kongtong Seal!

With the acquisition of the Kongtong Seal, Suiren's aura surged even higher, and his immense pressure forcefully pushed back Haotian's pressure.

Looking at the aura behind Suiren, Haotian also showed a hint of surprise, "Such strong aura."

"Everyone knows that the human race has a strong destiny, but I never imagined it would be this strong. With such a destiny, it still accounts for 80% of the human race's destiny!"

"Truly, one race can suppress all others!"

After a pause, Haotian's voice rang out again, "For the human race, it is a glorious era!"

"For the primordial world, the harm will be immeasurable!"

As the last four words fell, endless thunder roared in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning surged, as if the heavens were enraged. Countless lightning snakes raged in the void, and an indescribable sense of oppression enveloped everyone.

Hearing Haotian's words, everyone's faces showed a thoughtful expression, and their eyes focused on Suiren.

What Haotian said makes sense. The human race alone possesses 80% of the destiny of humanity, but in this primordial world, there are as many as ten thousand races. It sounds glorious for one race to suppress ten thousand races, but it is not a good thing for the primordial world.

At this moment, Haotian's expression was solemn, and his eyes seemed to flash with lightning. He had made up his mind.

Humans must be suppressed!

At the very least, we cannot allow the human race to continue to be so powerful. We can accept that the human race occupies 50% of the primordial fortune, but occupying 80% is absolutely impossible!

Eighty percent of the destiny is far too much, putting immense pressure on the prehistoric world. If it is not stopped, the entire prehistoric world will fall into the hands of the human race sooner or later!

In truth, Haotian was also quite hesitant. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be something he should be concerned about. The Primordial World was the culmination of his master's efforts, and logically, given the state of the human race, his master would definitely step in to weaken them.

Don't be fooled by the current prosperity of the human race, which is overwhelming all other races. As long as the master speaks, the human race will eventually decline.

But for some reason, the master just won't take action, letting the human race develop to this point, and now it's time to intervene.

In the last great eon, the human race was not this powerful, but in this great eon, the human race has already developed to this extent. If another great eon passes, I don’t even dare to imagine how far the human race can develop.

Moreover, the Buddhist sect, the demonic path, and the Asura race are all suffering heavy losses right now. If I don't take action, these three forces will be crippled by the human race.

At that time, there might not even be a single person to join forces with, and with so much less competition among forces, the human race will develop even faster in the next great calamity.

Now, I have no choice but to take action!
If I wait any longer, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to make a move!

Thinking of this, a resolute look appeared in Haotian's eyes. The next moment, a vast immortal light rose up, and three streams of light broke through the air and floated in the void. They were a tower, a sword, and a mirror.

These were none other than the Three Treasures of Haotian bestowed by the Dao Ancestor. Each sword was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and they were even a complete system of top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

Using these three treasures to sever the corpse is second only to using innate supreme treasures to sever the corpse. Even the three treasures used by the Styx Ancestor to sever the corpse are not as good as Haotian's three treasures.

With the magical artifact in hand, Haotian's aura intensified once again.

The next moment, Haotian took a deep breath and said, "All the power of heaven and earth shall be bestowed upon me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful fluctuation suddenly appeared on Haotian's body. With the appearance of this fluctuation, a faint will revived between heaven and earth.

The next moment, endless, dazzling golden light came from all directions and poured into Haotian's body. Even half of the human race's fortune behind Suiren was separated and merged into Haotian's body.

Everything in the primordial world, whether living beings, mountains, rivers, plants, or trees, except for a few sages, had a portion of its power borrowed by Haotian.

Haotian is the ruler of the Three Realms appointed by the Dao Ancestor. The Dao Ancestor is one with the Heavenly Dao, and what the Dao Ancestor appoints is what the Heavenly Dao establishes.

As the ruler of the Three Realms recognized by the Heavenly Dao, Haotian can mobilize the power of the primordial world. This power is not limited to the Heavenly Dao; Haotian can mobilize the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man!

This is the authority of the ruler of the Three Realms, and also the confidence that the Dao Ancestor gave to Haotian.

Since ascending to the position of ruler of heaven and earth, this is the first time that Haotian has fully activated his authority.

At this moment, all the great power returned to Haotian himself, and Haotian's power increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Image behind him began to expand rapidly, expanding dozens of times in the blink of an eye. A majestic power that suppressed everything rose from Haotian's body.

At this moment, Haotian's power completely reached the level of a saint.

Although the primordial world was far less powerful than before, it still retained two-ninths of its original essence, making it easy to create a sage.

Feeling the unprecedented power within his body, Haotian's face showed a look of intoxication. Is this what it feels like to be a saint?
So powerful! No wonder the saints didn't take him seriously before. They said that everyone below the saint level was just an ant. That was no exaggeration!
A thought flashed through Haotian's mind, and his gaze fell upon Suiren. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately struck down with his palm, unleashing a vast and oppressive force that transformed into a colossal hand that blotted out the sky, pressing down upon Suiren! (End of Chapter)